Five-Second Impression

Tonight I had the wonderful opportunity to attend a house party in Winona. I knew only one person there, a co-worker, who I also happened to be in an all-star jazz band with my junior year. I went with Melinda. We walked in and met everyone. Names flew by too fast; I remembered only a few. Upon arriving, I met people in various forms of sobriety. Their five-second impressions were left and the party went on. I was open-minded throughout the night. Most of the people were "weird" people; the type who ate lunch at "that" table and played D&D in their basements. I was/am very much the same so I felt comfortable in such a rapid-changing, short-paced environment. Melinda and I stayed for a few hours. I even busted out the guitar for a bit (I made seventy-and-some-odd cents). We took our leave, unannounced, and left our new acquaintances to themselves, in their basement, secretly hoping the music would change and that the buzz won't die before it happens. We stopped at another party on the way home. A more familiar bonfire-binge scenario. My classmates slurred their words, argued over how intoxicated their were and genuinely had a good time. The change of scenery was harsh. A mellow, I-don't-know-who-you-are-and-that's-ok setting to I've-known-you-since-forever-and-you're-shitfaced-again setting where conversations were not anything new and exciting. The conversations all had been said at the latter; consistent bickering and drunken tirades filled the void. I'm tired of these same scenarios. I can't say I'm tired of the people but I'm growing old of their mannerisms.